running inside and out of poverty
the finish line is barely visible
a thin papered strip of memories
held in place by bookend angels
with nothing but time to burn
sometimes the light is further
than what side view mirrors can see
other times up front and flashing
like an ambulance called on the scene
its influence fading inside a
tunnel of diminishing returns
where mind and body separate
if only for a moment in time
innocent lives cast inside
neighborhoods mostly off limits
practice running and gunning
and killing lights that
one day were once inspiring
september two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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This is a powerful and potent poem, and very moving. We live in times where the social divide grows daily. That said, here in the UK, there may be a glimmer of hope for the future on the political front.
Thank you very much, Chris. I’m thrilled knowing this poem speaks to you, and I very much appreciate your comments.
This really speaks to me. Chicago had a bad summer again, last Wednesday, 8 murders in one day. It feels like it will get worse before it gets better.
Things are not well not here nor abroad. We’ve also had a bad summer including two murders in the past three days.
Thank you, Melanie.
Your poetry shows an amazing intelligence behind the words…and great insight into the subjects you choose.
Thank so much for visiting again, Bev, and especially for your encouraging comments.
Excellent and compelling poem! All my best wishes. Aquileana ⭐
Thank you so much, Aquileana, I’m happy knowing you enjoyed this one.
So much sorrow in our world…we have to continue to do what we can…however small we deem it
yes indeed, friend – working on the little things will always make a difference – there is much to do